Adventure

January 26, 2016

Adventure.

I seek for places I’ve never seen.

I crave food that tell a story.

I listen to native stories from people who have lived.

I chase that feeling of being welcomed.

I dream of the people who will inspire my soul.

I can’t live without adventure.

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